Message-ID: <40482asstr$1042776602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 16:03:31 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter 34 Flashing the Taxi Driver Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 23:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -Chapter 34 Flashing the Taxi Driver (c) 2003 Sean Farragher sfarragher@nj.rr.com NEW & UP AT MY SITE Taxi Murders the Novel Chapters 1-34 http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/hyperfiction http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss Chapter 34 Imaginary Murder of Liana Fasciano Part II "I want a city where I can act out all that's sexually possible," Henry screamed from the top of his lungs at absolutely no one. "Anarchy is mine said the Lord." January 11, 1991 Liana Fasciano, 24, understood sexual power. Velvet black hair framed her marble skin. Sapphire eyes created the illusion of paradise. Thin golden smoked stained fingers seduced well trimmed manicured scarlet fingernails. Her tits would break a city of men. Intelligent, her mouth, rough raw and angry turned Henry off. Some of the drivers thought him crazy for not taking his turn with her. Transporting Liana into the city for drugs was an adventure. Weaving, making time, as all drivers do, Henry crowded a huge truck cutting the female driver off. Liana shifted in the back sear, lost balance, fell forward. "Watch it," Liana said. "Did you see that? I am not hallucinating. That woman driving the truck was naked. Her tits were tiny that is why you didn't notice. Thought maybe she was a guy. No, she wasn't. She must have scored been some good shit," Liana screamed over the noise of the traffic. On the ride back from the city, Liana, getting high had taken off her tee shirt and bra and was indeed bare breasted. "Lookee," she screamed. Hen, look at my tits. "I need a fucken truck to drive. Henry get me one. Here Henry want some shit. No, you don't do it, do you. Mr. fucken boy scout. What the fuck, come on Henry she whined in the back seat of the cab. Henry tuned out the shit. Part of driving a cab. When a fare decides to strip in the back seat, well that merits some attention. "Hey you fucken drive. I'll do what the fuck I want," Liana screamed in Henry's ear. "Watch it or I will stink up the back seat of your cab with my bloody rag. Saying that she leaned over into the front seat, and said. "If you let me sit in the front seat when we are done I will blow you for free." "Get the fuck out of here," Henry repeated. "Get the fuck dressed, he screamed. Cops will be pulling us over and you're carrying big time. You are fucken sick." "I am mad Liana complained. Why can't I," and with that she twirled her breasts in her fingers, pinching the nipple, and finally leaning out the back driver's side window screaming shit at the men who were now hooting and honking their horns as Henry made his way across the George Washington Bridge. "You are going to get us fucken busted you dumb piece of shit," he muttered under his breath. Liana ignored him, lit her crack pipe, sucked in the shit, and yelled out the window of the cab at two guys in a small truck blowing her kisses. "I will fuck the way I feel, she yelled at them. Suddenly like a blank stare, screwing up his eyes, searching in the pause of the back seat, Henry imagined Liana dead. No, not sleeping in the back seat. He saw her dead, cold being zipped into a body bag. Ain't that the truth, he thought to himself. I wish I could knock her out when I pick her up. It's the money. The broad has it to spare. Dad's a Mafia big they say. Why's his kid on dope. Didn't quite figure. More to this Henry thought. Shit the reason I take her is the money, what other reason and disgusted with himself, Henry glowered at the traffic ahead wishing he cut magically cut it all down and plow through it and get this call done. Money that's it. When Liana got in the cab, she always handed Henry a brand new hundred and that covered it. After the taxi company's share Henry made a good fifty or sixty for an hours work to take home. For what seemed like forever, Liana repeated how she loved playing with her own tits. Leaning over the front seat, almost falling over, Liana offered Henry a feel, and Henry never to refuse a tit or a cunt, obliged. Lingering on her nipples, he rubbed each of while he drove, finally pinching both of them quickly before letting them go. "Don't stop," she kissed Henry's neck. "Get the fuck out of here. Too many fucked up people watching your," he said. Rejected, Liana dressed. Her new attitude reflected whatever misery could name. Nothing going to stop this shit, Henry thought. Turning up the car and cab radio, Henry wanted to just get back to the taxi stand. Henry like all taxi drivers knew boredom. Cabbies live it every day. Constantly turned inside and out by the daily grind of ordinary routine events, they either think nothing or think too much. Mesmerized, but not showing it, Henry thought back to another incident when he first started driving cabs. What Liana did was memorable but not in the same league with the late summer afternoon when some Fort Lee hood deposited an almost nude older teenager in the back seat of his Checker. Handing Henry his business card after writing the girl's address on its back, he told him to charge it to De Bellini construction, and "get the cunt the fuck home to Queens, or something like that" as Henry recalled the incident. As a last word, he told Henry. If a man answers the door just tell him that Johnny sends her back with his regards. Handing Henry a fifty, he repeated. "Just say it like I am telling you and nothing will happen. He will come after me the stupid fuck." When Henry got to the door, holding up the almost nude blond woman, no older than 20, Henry watched a man dressed in an open shirt waiting for him to reach the porch. When Henry put the woman down on the front porch, and shouted to the man to come get her, two men rushed out, pushed Henry aside and hustled her deep into the house. "What the fuck she owe you," the man asked, finally coming to the door after the girl was taken away. "$45 dollars," Henry answered. The man gave Henry $60 told him to keep it. Henry had reasoned if I didn't accept the money, he would ask who paid the fare and that could lead to new questions. So many fucken stories, Henry remembered Liana, quiet now, sitting up, as Henry turned up the PIP on his way to the Cliffs. Pulling into a long three car garage drive way, Liana, fully dressed and composed, turned back to Henry and asked him if he liked her. Henry wondered what the fuck she want now. Henry smiled and told Liana that he loved everyone who gave him $20 dollar tip. When Henry dropped her off, Liana left slowly. Stuffing her bra into her purse she gave Henry an extra $50 for putting up with "her shit," as she put it. Kissing him on the cheek, Henry watched noticed her nipples were large, dark and thick and stood out against her cotton shirt. Liana noticed Henry looking. She quipped, "Henry, didn't know you liked girls," and she laughed, and Henry startled by what she said told her, that sure, he had "given guys up for Lent." "Listen honey, come back later about nine. Drive me into the city and I will fuck your brains out. Use your own car and you can keep it." "Fuck no," Henry laughed. "Think I want the cops to take my own car. Shit I would have to make payments and I would not have the car. You're fucken nuts." " Use mine then, and she pointed to a black Lexus. Henry laughed. "Your father would fuck me up if I used his wheels." "Come back later and take me home then," Liana continued. "I thought you lived here." "No more. Got my own place in Cliffside. I came here for money, what else, and to pick up my kid. Please, Henry. I rather you take, you know my routine and would never leave me behind as some chicken shit drivers did last week." "Call the dispatcher," Henry answered. "If I can, I will. I am working until ten tonight. No bullshit if I take you." "I'll call," she said. As the beautiful woman slowly walked into the house, Henry watched her leave. Shaking his head, glad he was working until 8PM, he thought. Maybe I have grown up some. Time was I would never have turned down her ass. Henry made a mental note to tell the night dispatcher to give Liana that new driver Bobby who works undercover for the Bergen County police. for more TxM6: http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook XXX -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+